In reference to my post on Sunday, September 25, “Women of Faith: My Cracked Feet,” I will make it clear.
I hate pedicures. Manicures are also on the list of my least favorite things to do. I like my broken nails. I love my cracked, ugly feet. I like my short, nail-bitten and worn nails and my dry cuticles. It’s a boundaries thing. I don’t feel comfortable having people touch my feet and manicures really don’t do anything for me except make me clean beneath them and interfere with my typing. Manicured hands also interfere with camping and getting dirty. I like getting dirty. I like not worrying about nail polish and whether the fake nails will stay on after being out in the woods or cleaning fresh kill. I’ve also tried massages.
A friend bought me a Spa coupon for a massage as well as other things. I ended up using it for two facials and let the rest of the coupon go because I don’t like massages. Once again, it’s a boundaries thing. I can’t relax. I can’t enjoy the experience. What can I say?
The best cure for stress is being out in the wilds or at home reading a book or writing. I like walking barefoot. As my friend, Cindy at Mama’s Empty Nest says, “Cracked feet are beautiful when they serve our Savior!”
I totally agree with her assessment.
I’ll walk barefoot for my Savior any day.